G#m C#m F# BStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

G#m C#m F# EKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

B ETelling my whole life with his words.

A G#Killing me softly, with his song.

C#m7 F#I heard he sang a good song.

B EI heard he had a style.

C#m7 F#And so I came to see him,

G#mand listen for a while.

C#m7 F#And there he was this young boy,

B D#7a stranger to my eyes.

G#m C#m F# BStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

G#m C#m F# EKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

B ETelling my whole life with his words.

A G#Killing me softly, with his song.

C#m7 F#I felt all flushed with fever,

B Eembarrassed by the crowd.

C#m7 F#I felt he found my letters

G#mand read each one out loud.

C#m7 F#I prayed that he would finish,

B D#7but he just kept right on.

G#m C#m F# BStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

G#m C#m F# EKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

B ETelling my whole life with his words.

A G#Killing me softly, with his song.

G#m C#m F# BStrumming my pain with his fingers. Singing my life with his words.

G#m C#m F# EKilling me softly with his song. Killing me softly with his song.

B ETelling my whole life with his words.

A G#Killing me softly, with his song.